Prayer Of An Unborn Child

Oh Lord, when a husband and wife
in love yearned for each other
I was roused out of undetermined rest
and on a day
placed into this dark place to take form
and they do wait
that I appear in a world of decay,
somewhere in Your great unlimited universe.

You who form all things from the beginning,
who also knows everything,
I ask that where You measure out
the punishment of life to me
that You will in great love always stay with us
that You will forget the sins
that we make here as mere humans,
that You touch my parents with great joy.

poem by Gert Strydom
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